byDetective Kelly Stone ducked to avoid the elongated icicle on the front porch eave caused by the morning sun quickly melting Mother Nature’s midnight masterpiece of a storm.
“I’m on the back porch,” called Assistant Coroner Bowdoin.
Exiting through the back door, Kelly found the ASCOR stooped over an unmoving body on the rear porch. “What do we have here, Jackie?” she said.
“Can’t tell. His oldest daughter walked over from her apartment to catch a ride to the college with her father and found him right here. Professor Charles is dead, but there are no visible wounds or marks on his body. His daughter, Felicia, claims he was in the pink of health, but lookey here.”
Kelly bent over to see a mass of congealed blood barely visible by the victim’s left shoulder. “People in the pink don’t
